Xiaofeng: "That's it?" (Yu Xiaogang, who was scolded until he vomited blood.)

Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace.

A woman exuding a rich noble aura sat atop the highest papal throne. She elegantly crossed her legs, her delicate face lightly resting on her right fist. Her expression was cold, her eyes icy, and the majesty emanating from her was irresistible, inspiring reverence. At this moment, she was like a female emperor descended into the mortal world—cold, beautiful, and commanding!

She wore a black robe trimmed with gold patterns, a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head, and a Purple Gold Imperial Staff leaned nearby. Yes, she was the current young Pope of Martial Soul Hall—Bibi Dong!

"You're saying that in a remote area of the Heaven Dou Empire, there's a freak with Twin Martial Souls and an Innate Soul Power of at least level sixteen?" Bibi Dong's icy tone carried a hint of interrogation.

Yue Guan, standing below, looked at the letter in his hand and said, "Yes, Your Holiness. The letter says that in a place called Holy Soul Village in the Fasinuo Province of the Heaven Dou Empire, a freak with Twin Martial Souls and an Innate Soul Power of at least level sixteen has appeared. However, according to the information from there, this freak doesn't seem to have much interest in our Martial Soul Hall."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, thinking to herself, "Innate Soul Power generally maxes out at level ten. Aside from her being level twenty, this is the first time I've encountered someone above level ten. But he has no interest in my Martial Soul Hall?"

At this thought, a cold smile curled at the corner of Bibi Dong's lips. "Yue Guan, go recruit this person. Use any means necessary to bring him to me. A freak like this is a once-in-a-millennium rarity. Of course, if he doesn't know when to yield, then kill him. A freak like this, if not one of us, is nothing but trouble left in this world."

Genius? Freak? Her Martial Soul Hall never lacked them!

Meanwhile, Xiao Feng and Tang San had already arrived at the gates of Nuoding City.

"Xiao Feng, is this Nuoding City?" Looking at the city gate before him, Tang San, seeing the outside world for the first time, couldn't help but sigh.

Following the system's instructions, Xiao Feng nodded. "This is Nuoding City. The place we'll be living for the next six years."

"Six years?" Tang San asked curiously.

"The Elementary Soul Master Academy has six grades. One grade per year, so six years total."

"I see." Tang San finally understood.

"Alright, let's find a place to eat first, then head to the academy to register."

"Okay."

With that, Tang San followed Xiao Feng into Nuoding City. Xiao Feng went straight to a street stall and grabbed a meal there. Why not a hotel or inn? Xiao Feng thought, "What's better than street food?" The stuff in hotels and inns tasted terrible to him—nowhere near as good as his own cooking.

After eating, Xiao Feng took Tang San to a household goods store. They each bought some daily necessities, paying separately. Ever since Tang San's father stopped being a deadbeat, his life had improved, and naturally, his wallet had gotten thicker.

After shopping, Xiao Feng asked the clerk to deliver the items to Nuoding Academy at noon, and the two left, heading straight for the academy. But before that, they bought a set of clean clothes. As for the reason, Xiao Feng wouldn't admit it was to make a good impression on a certain rabbit, making it easier to lure—cough, to coax—cough, well, you get the idea.

"System, do you have anything rabbit-specific... you know what I mean."

[Brilliant, host. The Unlimited Flavor Carrot Spatial Necklace is already on its way.]

"As expected of my good system. You always get me."

[Of course!]

Soon, Xiao Feng and Tang San arrived at the gates of Nuoding Academy. Spotting the familiar gatekeeper from the original story, Xiao Feng thought to himself, "This bastard won't make the same mistake, will he?"

As the two approached, the gatekeeper called out to them.

"Who are you?"

This time, the gatekeeper's attitude was much better than in the original story. He didn't immediately look down on them.

"We're new students at Nuoding Academy. We're here to register," Xiao Feng said. Hearing this, the gatekeeper broke into a smile. "Is that so? Can you prove it? It's part of my job, after all..."

Xiao Feng and Tang San understood what the gatekeeper meant. They each pulled out the martial soul certificates that Su Yuntao had issued them.

When the gatekeeper took the certificates, his smile instantly vanished. He glanced at the certificates, then at Xiao Feng and Tang San, and sneered contemptuously. "Do you two take me for a fool, or do you think I'm easy to trick?"

With that, he threw the certificates to the ground, his face full of disdain. "Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass? Innate Soul Power of at least level sixteen with an Immortal Killing Sword and a mutated Husky martial soul? Twin Martial Souls? Who do you think you're fooling?"

"Judging by your clothes, I thought you were rich kids from somewhere. Turns out you're work-study students from Holy Soul Village. How could work-study students from a tiny village produce people like you? And afford clothes like these? I bet you stole them! Hilarious. Get lost, both of you. Trying to scam people here. These days, you see all kinds."

The gatekeeper started shooing them away impatiently.

At that moment, Tang San was stunned. Xiao Feng was stunned too. He really hadn't expected this kind of nonsense. He was speechless. "This guy really is a snob. Ignorance and lack of education are truly terrifying. Pure frogs in a well. Sigh."

The next second, Tang San was about to say something, but Xiao Feng stopped him. Without a word, Xiao Feng silently rolled up his sleeves and, without hesitation, laid into the gatekeeper with a "Fire Rising Root!"

After this flurry of blows, the gatekeeper finally realized he had messed up, but it was too late. Just as Xiao Feng was getting into the swing of things, a deep, weathered voice shouted, "Stop!" Xiao Feng couldn't help but sigh again.

"No way. I came early, and I still run into this bastard Yu Xiaogang?"

Tang San turned around. A man with short hair, wearing a black robe, was walking toward them from a distance. This man was none other than the continent's number one coward and scumbag, Yu Xiaogang.

But Xiao Feng didn't give a damn about Yu Xiaogang. He kept beating the gatekeeper, asking between punches, "Have you learned your lesson? Will you run your mouth again?"

"Yesh, I won't run my mouth again (Yes, I won't run my mouth again)."

Satisfied with the answer, Xiao Feng finally let go of the gatekeeper's collar. By then, Yu Xiaogang had reached them.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang, the gatekeeper scrambled over and threw himself at Yu Xiaogang's feet, accusing Xiao Feng of violence. Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply. "Why did you hit him?"

Xiao Feng gave him a cold glance. "What? Are you a teacher here? Or are you his master? Did I hit your dog, and now you want to stand up for him? Like master, like dog! A snob through and through. Hah, ptooey!"

"I—"

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, Xiao Feng cut him off. "I, I what? You say one more word, and I'll plant a fist that could kill a five-hundred-pound pig right into your scrawny, kidney-deficient body."

"You—"

"You what? Never seen someone as handsome as me? I know you're ugly, and while being ugly isn't your fault, coming out to scare people is. So now, immediately, right this second, get lost! Of course, if you're a teacher here, then pretend I didn't say anything."

Faced with Xiao Feng's verbal barrage, Yu Xiaogang almost choked. He swore he just wanted to ask why Xiao Feng had hit someone. But Xiao Feng had launched into a friendly "greeting" right off the bat, leaving him completely speechless. All he could do was glare at Xiao Feng in anger.

"What are you staring at your daddy for? Look at your sorry face. Believe me, I'll take you down too. I'll beat you so bad your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

As his words fell, Xiao Feng directly pulled out the Immortal Killing Sword.

Tang San, standing nearby, thought: "I think I roughly understand what Brother Xiao Feng means by a 'friendly greeting.'" At the same time, Tang San silently vowed never to talk back to Xiao Feng in the future, or else he wouldn't even know how he lost his own father.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of old blood, his entire body trembling as he stretched out a hand to point shakily at Xiao Feng.

In response, Xiao Feng remarked: "That's it?"

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